Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 09:35:28 -0700 From: Jan None Subject: Shopping for a Bra (lesbia/Adult youth, oral, anal, f/F Warning: Adult youth, oral, anal, f/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Shopping for a Bra By Jan My story began in a small community near Scranton, Pennsylvania. I was a 17-year-old at the time, named Anna. I can describe myself as a five- foot five, slender girl with a 34-B top. On that date I went to a local shopping district to purchase a new brassiere. I went to a small specialty shop on an early Tuesday morning, because a girlfriend of mine complained to me that when she went to that store the woman that waited on her turned out to be the owner and was feeling her up while she was measuring her and also measured her with her bra on and then measured her with her bra off. The woman told my girlfriend that if she ever needed anything else to always come early on any Tuesday morning and she would give her personal attention. As soon as I entered the shop a very impressive businesslike woman approached me. She greeted me with a warm welcome to her shop and enquired how she could help me today. I was very impressed with the way she looked. Based on the description of the woman my girlfriend had given me I was sure the woman was the owner. He name tag identified her as Jean Spitzer and she spoke with either a German or Polish accent. She looked to be in her mid-fifties, five-feet seven, a full figured woman, but not what you could call fat. Her attire was very businesslike, a straight black tight fitting skirt, white blouse with three-quarter sleeves, with nude hose and three inch heels. It looked like she was wearing a natural fitting bra that allowed her breasts to appear natural. She was obviously wearing a girdle. When I informed her that I was looking for a new bra, she informed me that if I bought two bras there was a special that entitled me to a pair of new panties. Hearing this excited me and I assured her that I was interested. I had deliberately selected a thin summer dress and my underwear was a size too small white nylon bra with matching little tight fitting nylon panties that didn't hide my dark pubic bush and that rode up between my crack so that it would accent my camel toe. I also knew the warm nylon panties would enhance the aroma of my crotch. Jean helped me select several bras and panties before leading me into a changing booth in the back of the store, and leaving a younger sales clerk in charge of the store. When we were behind the closed door she proceeded to measure me very thoroughly. She used a tape to measure my ribcage under my breasts, and then measured my chest including my breasts. She even stuffed her hand inside my bra cups to adjust my tits. GAWD, it was an amazing turn on for me. Jean suggested, "I recommend that you remove your dress and bra to try on a couple of the bras." In the confining space of the changing room I couldn't help bumping into Jean while removing my dress and bra. She smiled sweetly with every touch of our bodies. She took every opportunity to feel my tits as she helped me try on each of the brassieres. All of her manipulations of my tits had my pussy virtually dripping wet. I selected a couple of the sexiest bras, which entitled me to a free pair of panties. Jean took great pains measuring my hips while kneeling in front of me, close enough to be able to smell my crotch. She even wiped her finger across my nylon covered vulva. She smelled her finger, while smiling up at me. She insisted that I put on a crotch shield before trying on some panties. The crotch shield looked like a spotty day sanitary napkin. She helped me roll down my panties, and helped me adjust the shield. She used her finger to stuff the shield between my labia and tightly against my asshole, before helping me try on three different sizes of panties. She managed to rub her hands all over my butt and vulva. I even managed to have an orgasm from her touch. I closed my eyes and almost melted as I moaned through an orgasm. When she finished removing the last pair of panties I stood there facing her with that soaped panty shield wedged between my pussy lips. Jean plucked the shield from between my legs, and commented, "My you are a sensitive girl!" I leaned forward a little, pushing my wet cunt towards her face. She placed her hands on the backs of my thighs and buried her nose in my pussy. It looked so erotic to look down at her. Her nose was buried in my pussy and my dark pubic hair was covering her face like she was wearing a hairy mask like a bank robber. It was amusing to me and I almost laughed, until I felt her tongue probing my cunt. She did things with her tongue that drove me crazy. I had to place my hands on the walls to keep from falling as I had another orgasm. I assumed that she was finished with me and would allow me to get dressed, but she turned me around. I had to place my hands on the wall facing me as she made me bend forward, causing my butt to stick out. She placed her hands on the cheeks of my ass and spread them apart. I felt her cold breath on my asshole. I couldn't believe it when she licked my asshole. She stabbed my asshole with her tongue, and it was driving me crazy. Jean slipped a hand between my legs and played with my clitoris while continuing to ream my asshole until I had another orgasm. I was moaning loud enough that anyone in the store could hear me. When I recovered Jean helped me get dressed. As soon as I was presentable she led me back to the checkout counter, and had her clerk box up my purchases and ring up the price of the two bras. The clerk had a sly smile on her face. I couldn't help blushing, because she knew what had been going on in the changing room. I had been so distracted after the orgasms that I had forgotten to put my own nylon panties back on. The little ball of nylon was resting on top of the counter. I snatched them up and stuffed them into the plastic bag. I had an overpowering desire to pee, so I asked if there was a bathroom available. Jean escorted me to the back of the store and turned on the bathroom light for me. She entered the room with me, and continued talking to me. I expected her to leave the room so that I could do my thing, but she continued to talk to me, until I couldn't wait any longer. I flipped up the back of my dress and sat on the toilet. It was strange to have a strange woman talking to me while urine was splashing in the toilet water. I guess she wanted to watch me pee. I had my dress up around my waist, so she could see my naked pussy as the golden liquid flowed through my dark pubic hair. It came as a surprise when she reached between my legs and stuck her fingers into the flow of urine. I watched as the liquid splashed over her fingers. When the last drop dropped from my pubic hair she withdrew her hand, and smelled her fingers. She used some toilet paper to wipe my pussy dry. At least that gave me the opportunity to fish out my panties and put them back on. After straightening out my dress I washed my hands, and checked out my face in the mirror. I saw that my lipstick was all but gone. I washed my face and applied some fresh lipstick. Jean followed me to the exit and wished me a pleasant day, and invited me back whenever I needed anything like panties or girdles. I went home and rehashed everything that had taken place that afternoon. I was so excited that during the night I couldn't sleep until I had masturbated so much that my pussy was sore. As soon as I had enough money, I returned to the store on a Tuesday morning to purchase a girdle and all-in-one pantyhose. This time Jean sucked my pussy and asshole until I was satisfied. Then she showed me her pussy. I ate my first pussy that day. When she was finished she exited the changing room. I was disappointed she left so quickly. I was about to put my clothes back on when the door opened again. It was the sales clerk. She was an attractive blonde, no more than twenty years old. Her clear blue eyes were sparkling as she knelt in front of me and started eating my pussy. I sat there on the bench stroking her hair until I let out a howl. She smiled up at me as she rested her hands on my thighs and stood up. When she lifted her dress up I was looking directly at a shaved pussy. Her clitoris was sticking out like she had an erection. I couldn't resist sucking on her clit until she assured me that she had cum. Those two women had changed my life forever. I always wear pantyhose and girdles now, and I can smell a wet pussy within five feet of a horny girl or woman. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.